Recently I was helping an old friend clean out her garage. Her late husband had been an amateur woodworker and metalworker, so she encouraged me to take any tools or supplies I happened to find. Among assorted walnut boards, hand saws, and files, I found a lathe.
There’s a little rust here and there, but the motor runs and all the moving parts move freely. The bed, motor, head and tailstock, and a long tool rest were all there. The only things missing are a belt and a stand. Not bad for being tucked away in the corner of a garage for years and years, buried under old Volvo parts.
It’s funny, but it was only two months ago that a friend invited me over to his shop to learn how to turn. I left thinking, “I should get myself a lathe… someday.” And now a lathe has been dropped into my lap.
I do believe in Providence.